Saturday, January 1, 2011

New Beginnings

Who thought up the idea of celebrating the New Year like we do? Why do we stay up till midnight waiting for that instant when one 'year' changes into the next? I wonder if it is just an excuse to celebrate, drink, and drop Snooki in a hamster ball at midnight, which unfortunately never happened. Surely there is some meaning to it all, beyond the trivial, beyond what I instinctively think about it all.

In my mind, it doesn't matter to be able to celebrate on New Years, to watch the dusk fade into a dawn. Nothing is special about those 10 seconds that you spend with your time zone counting down to midnight, a practice that millions of people around the world will perform hours before you do each year. What is special is everything that happened in the passing year, and all of the possibilities available in the new one.

Resolutions may be broken as often as they are made, but they are not pointless. Even in the most immediate facet of a resolution, the act of making such a goal provides hope, and something to strive towards. It is encouraging, and it breeds determination. I once held resolutions in disdain, laughing at those who made them, but no longer. Today I make a resolution, and I use it to give myself purpose, by making my intent known all of you reading this now. You may laugh at what I am to say, but don't despair. Rather, go ahead and laugh! Joy and mirth are the bounty of life. Without them, life is short and cold.

In this new year, I resolve to post more on this blog!

You might think this is trivial, while others resolve admirably to lose weight, end addictions, spend more time with their family, or maybe to reach out more to the poor and needy that they see daily. Do not misunderstand me. Those are truly admirable goals, far more than my own resolution. Indeed, I truly respect those who make resolutions such as those.

I made this blog as a way of reaching out beyond, or perhaps through, the turmoil of my thought and my life. I have never been able to manage my time as I desired, so I created this as a structure for my hobbies, and for some of my runaway ideas and thoughts. This blog failed to serve my purpose, not due to problems with servers, computers, or coding, but instead due to my own lack of persistance and determination.

I lost my determination this last year to the raging sea of life that is blowing around me and breaking against me.

This blog is about 9 months old, and until now, the first post was its last. Between then and now, I have graduated and moved on to life at a university. I major in Biochemistry and I tutor in mathematics. I have taken on Broomball as a hobby, along with playing electric guitar, and taking high speed photography. It seemed like so much in my mind, while it seems so insignificant here. I have met many wonderful people, and yet I have lost far too much time in solitude. I have little reason for my lack of perseverance, and I fear what I might say in the last of my days. Will I curse how I had lived my life, only wishing for another lifetime, another chance to do what I should have the first time around? Will I cry out in suffering, "Oh, how I have wasted this life that I have been I given"?

So, you see, my resolution digs far deeper than may have been initially apparent. It is a decision to live better, making the best use of my time, with the people I love. And I ask you, my nonexistent followers, to forgive me, and give me a second chance. I have failed you. This blog is not about me, my hobbies, or my achievements. It is about reaching out to you with what I have been given. This blog exists so that I might pass on my experiences and my knowledge to anyone in need, anyone with a willing ear.

I conclude by contradicting the man who I once; make resolutions in this New

Year! Make sure to stand by them, in good times and in bad. Rejoice in others' company, and make the most of every moment. Time is dripping away. It isn't limited to the constraints of the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years that we place upon it. We measure time based on the meaningless rising and setting of a ball of fire above our heads.

Time make not exist in any physical form, but it can be seen, heard, smelled, tasted, and touched. Time is the flowing of a stream across our feet. Time is the drip, drip, drip of a leaky faucet. Time is the flowery smell of spring, then the musty smell of fall. Time is an everlasting gobstopper, different each time you look. Time is the moments that you spend gazing into the eyes of the person you love. Time is fluid. It began, and it will end, for each one of us. Live in the past, present and future. Rejoice in the time you have been given. Happy New Year, everyone!

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I am a sophomore in college, studying Biochemistry and math, but I am a pilgrim for knowledge. I seek neither greatness nor acknowledgment, but rather to experience and understand the complex world of ours. My desire for this experiential journey of mine is to gain knowledge and wisdom and, more importantly, to form strong bonds of friendship with the individuals around me. This journey began in December of 2008, when a friend of mine died at the age of 17. In his short life, he had changed lives in ways that I never have done. I was struck by the beauty of the life that had been lost, and I made a promise that day to reach out to people around me; to live a life not wasted. My eyes were opened. My life was changed. My journey had begun.